"For starters, I was expecting quick witted remarks coupled with tons of nagging, a glare or you just stomping off. Is this a new strategy? I'm not up for your games tonight".
He asked in a deep voice. The hue of his eyes turned sharp and calculating, as if trying to understand the woman in his arms.
As seconds tick pass, struggling Isobel was getting uncomfortable with the close proximity.
She was running out of breath and needed much air, unable to cope, she gently pried his strong grip away from her pained waist and she stepped back, allowing for much needed space between them.
"It's the early hours of the morning. I'm not in the mood to rub heads with you and I'm certainly not up for games too sir. I have no time to keep on hating on you or calling you out for any minute details. It's all in the past. I just came down to fill this then be on my merry way."
Isobel points to the jar as she slowly regains a steady heartbeat.
The heat on her face recedes however the looming figure of the man persisted.
His muscular build and height was really intimidating especially with those blood red eyes.
Although Isobel did manage a brave font matching his heated stare, internally, however was a different story as she was minutes away from fainting.
Her knees quivered like rubber under his scrutiny however Isobel steeled her resolve keeping in mind Isabel's teachings. Never hesitate….
"And if we were to question who seems different or point out an unusual behaviour, you don't seem far off yourself. What's up with the touchy feely. I thought you hated it when I touch you not just mine but everyone else's."
Isobel shifted the spotlight right back at him.
Well she didn't know what to believe and decides to test waters once again.
Did Isabel's husband Julius had a touch phobia or he just doesn't like people touching him in general?
Or Isabel pulled a fast one at her expense again? She questioned the possibilities which all seemed likely.
The man standing before her lost the calculating gaze in his eyes, he simply stared at Isobel. His head tilts to the side as he really just examines her as if seeing Isobel for the first time and trying to understand her. He no longer gave off the cold or intimidating aura. Automatically it puts Isobel at ease.
Julius himself couldn't understand his strange attitude. He had no words to explain why he accepted her touch, in fact he was the one who initiated it,and not to mention for the fact that he drew nearer the same time she took a step away from him. He didn't know why, he just wanted her close.
"Why are you shifting away?"
"Would you stop coming closer please." Isobel begged stretching out her hand to halt him.
"Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?" He questioned ignoring her words and paste his chest on her outstretched hand.